NaPoWriMo: I’ll Connect With You (song demo)

(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)

Day Twenty Five: I’ll Connect With You

When it’s all gone small and reduced to the screen
when the distance between us is more than we’ve seen
We can still find a way to get on through
You keep an eye on me and I’ll keep an eye on you

So I’m sending out a signal on the video lines
hoping if you hear me that you’re doing fine
‘cause if you’ve got time, I’ll connect with you

I never once thought that we’d be here
worrying about each other from far and near
and I’ve got the time if you connect with me

Note: This entry is actually the last stanza and chorus for a song I worked on yesterday, to share my writing process and music with my students, from a distance. And it is all about distance, and thinking of how a real sense of loneliness is starting to surface in my interactions with my students more than before.

Peace (singing it),
Kevin

NaPoWriMo: For People of Good Will (In a World of Algorithms)

(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)

Day Twenty Four: For People of Good Will (In a World of Algorithms)

Face it – it’s fake –
this world’s overflowing
with modern-day
data-mining automated
Argonauts mixing fame
and fortune, remixing the game
we think we knew rules to play,
and the question remains
of whether or not we care
to share or take the blame
of it all, to bend the algorithms
or to break them

Note: This poem follows the fourth and final session of the NWP Grapples project, in which we have been meeting monthly to tackle thorny and ethical issues of AI and learning, and society at large, and it has been fascinating to dive into the topics. Last night, we spent some time looking at and grappling with what’s real and what’s fake, but a larger discussion led to Richard talking about finding hope and beauty and humanity (a theme that ran through all of the Grapple sessions) in the connections afforded by any technology, and that “people of good will” (referencing gatherings of Civil Rights movement) can push back against algorithms that either purposefully or inadvertently dehumanize our experiences.

Peace (and hope in humanity),
Kevin

NaPoWriMo: The Seas of This Belief

(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)

Day Twenty Two: The Seas of This Belief

Keep the peace,
Poseidon, keep
the peace

For while the Greeks conjured you
with stories of jealousy and lust,
an angry ocean god
with trident arms

I remained, forever,
a protector of the innocent
from such tirades,
your moods of spite

Neither whirlpool nor
tidal surge nor riptide
nor dead sea rising
shakes faith of possibility

Only poets know of me –
the poets, they dream of me –
the unspoken guardian
of the ocean deep, the seas
of belief

Keep the peace,
Poseidon, keep
the peace, or reckon
the world with me

Note: This is the last prompt for the Water Poems Project that I have been doing in tandem with my daily poetry this month, with Laura Shovan. This prompt was to write a poem of the ocean goddess.

Peace (in hubris),
Kevin

NaPoWriMo: StarShade SunFlower

(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)

Day Twenty One: StarShade SunFlower

Imagine
this in bloom –
star-shade-sun-flower
nighttime wonder –
its man-made petals
reaching hundreds
of length beyond the eye,
across the far sky,
its stem connected
by link-line to telescope,
a fully-aware
cosmic beauty
finding light by defining dark,
capturing dark by ignoring light,
the star-blocker
life-detector
planet-collector
satellite
always in search
for something
else

Note: this poem was inspired by work of astrophysicist Sarah Seager, working to map exoplanets https://www.nytimes.com/2016/12/07/magazine/the-world-sees-me-as-the-one-who-will-find-another-earth.html

(Image: © NASA/JPL/Caltech)

 

Peace (imagining it),
Kevin

NaPoWriMo: Sitting in a Ragged Stonehenge

(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)

Day Twenty: Sitting in a Ragged Stonehenge

Of beer, banter
and beach chairs –
six feet apart
on the lawn at dusk –
we sit around, staggered
like rocks in a ragged
Stonehenge, progressive
opinionated people,
just waiting
for this time
to pass

Peace (with neighbors),
Kevin

NaPoWriMo: Flowers Know Little

(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)

Flowers in Snow

Day Nineteen: Flowers Know Little

The flowers
know little
of Spring’s
sudden retreat

huddled tight
inside snow
and ice
for survival

the day’s sun
still hours away
from a noontime
arrival

Flowers in Snow

Peace (what Spring brings),
Kevin

NaPoWriMo: A Poem Like Home

(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)

Day Seventeen: A Poem Like Home

If I could gift you a poem,
some words as snug
as a home (something
familiar, perhaps, with
blankets and beds, and
chairs, stairs and rugs),
I would.
I would.
I will.

Peace (writing it),
Kevin

NaPoWriMo: Why Can’t I

(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)

Day Sixteen: Why Can’t I

Why can’t I
protect you?
Why can’t I
hold you
hug you
meet you
find you
in the quiet corner
of the classroom
with sad eyes,
shedding tears,
caught in confusion?
Why can’t I
comfort you
when you
need comfort most,
when your mood
has gone sour
and blue,
all of a sudden,
on you?
Why can’t I
do what it is
teachers
like us are
all driven
to do?
Why can’t I
reach you
when you
need me to?
Why?
Why can’t
I?

Listen: https://some.audio/5e9821ee28d3ee0fa9951020

Peace (why can’t we?),
Kevin